Wen Yun once lived through a time she had to keep hidden.
She was once married to a man eight years older than her, though she hadn’t wanted that marriage and could hardly bring herself to talk about it.
He had once been her father’s sworn younger brother.
Powerful and influential, he could dominate everything with a single hand.
After her parents died, he supported her for a time.
She thanked him as though he were her benefactor.
That was until she started dating someone…
That day, rain poured down as a black Bentley blocked her way. Soaked through, she clutched her boyfriend and cried, “Uncle Qiao, please let me go.”
The man stood tall, the sharp lines of his black trench coat blending into the rainy gloom.
His deep-set eyes fixed on her tear-streaked face. “Wen Yun, I’ve treated you like precious jade. It wasn’t so you could become another man’s girlfriend.”
“If you want him to live, give me something in exchange.”
“Think carefully before you answer.”
She had always sensed something different about him, but she never imagined Qiao Xianting would make his desire so blatant.
But she was powerless to resist.
That day, she traded one night and one marriage for her boyfriend’s life.
In the second year of their marriage, he needed an alliance between families of equal standing to help him weather a crisis.
But after receiving her divorce papers, Wen Yun did not find the freedom she had wanted.
She was still kept in a villa, where people addressed her as Mrs. Qiao.
Confused, she asked, “Mr. Qiao, are you planning to make me your mistress?”
His deep eyes held a cold glint. “A Yun, wait for me. At most a year.”
Wen Yun didn’t believe a word.
On the night of Qiao Xianting’s wedding, she fled without hesitation.
She was gone for seven years.
Content warnings: The male lead is not a virgin; coercive possession; a vulgar, melodramatic mess.
Not suitable for readers who strongly identify with either lead. The heroine suffers.
Many potentially upsetting elements…
Theme: Never give up.
